“Let’s start with the obvious. Did you fuck her?”
“Just so we’re clear, I’m capping this to five questions, so you just wasted your first one on a known fact,” I say.
He just shrugs. “I’ll wear that because I want to hear you say it with your own mouth.”
“Yes, I…” I hesitate, because it feels almost wrong to just stick aI fucked thatlabel on her—on this—when it was so much more. “Yes, I had sex with Chiara.”
“How many times and where?” chimes in Luca.
“Really? Why is this level of detail necessary?’
“For the calculations,” he states.
“What calculations? You know what, never mind. The quicker we get this done, the sooner I can go home.”
“Admit it. How you really wanted to finish that sentence was with,The sooner I can go home to Chiara,” Luca says, too perceptive for my liking. So I give him something salacious to distract him from exposing any more of my inner thoughts.
“Twice. In my bed and in the shower.”
“Hmm, first woman in your bed since she-who-shall-not-be-named,” Seb is quick to add. “That’s not a question. Just a very telling insight—for the calculations.”
“Ahhhhhh,” groans Luca “I love shower sex.”
“Please stop with the running commentary, Luca. I don’t need this level of detail about your sex life.”
“Or lack thereof,” says Seb.
“Shut up, or I’ll tell Marco you wagered being his best man.”
“I always knew I was going to win. You might be a champion on the track, but you’re a pup in the ring.”
“So cocky.”
“That’s what she said,” winks Seb.
“Oh God. I’m done. You’re like a couple of dogs in heat,” I say, straightening and walking over to get my drink bottle.
“Well we can’t all be getting laid,” snaps Luca.
“Wait, you’re mad at me for doing the very thing you all told me I needed to do?”
“Who initiated?” cuts in Seb, thankfully.
“Chiara. As you know, she doesn’t back down from a fight easily. This is the last question.”
“No! That’s only four!” Luca exclaims.
“Nope. Seb asked two questions before, how many times and where. This is the last one.”
I pull off my T-shirt and reach into my bag for a dry one.
“Whoa. Nice scratches,” Luca taunts. “They go beautifully with your hickey.”
“I’m out,” I say, dressing then throwing my bag over my shoulder.
Before I can turn to walk out, Seb places his warm hand on my shoulder. I meet his gaze. “How does she make you feel?” murmurs Seb, sincerity shining in his eyes. For once, I find myself opening up, almost relieved to let my guard down.
“Like I want to run into the fire and burn in it when I know that I should run as far away as possible.”
